Verbally vicious, a ridiculous lyricist, leave ya body bloody like a clitoris
what spit is this? I'm not a ventriloquist, spittin' punchlines with the illest fist
I'm killing this, the only rapper with the willingness to spit for 24hour work days
practice does pay, hunt like osprey to pray, just gimme the say, fine have it your way
alone I'm OK, but lyrically I'm above speculation, a monumental collection
of adaption that defies natural selection, now I was born into perfection
a metamorphosis of psychosis that splits my main nucleus quickly like mitosis
born with a diagnosis of brilliance, ability to use telekinesis with my whole fist
approach this, get radioactive burns from my chakra, but yet I'm soul less.
You can't feel the best
you can't heal the rest
you can't peel my vest
you can't steal my quest
you can't drop the time
you can't stop a rhyme
you can't pop a dime
you can't mop a crime x2
A scientifically defined kind of mind, behind enemy lines I'm sublime
with my lines, face to face I'll erase and eliminate boundaries of rhyme
cross dimensions through portals in the sky, put a 4D bullet in your eyes
I pull it for your demise, then you realize the past crossed with present times
causing the bullet I just ejected, like a mirror, it was instantly reflected
and dissected the time line, we're now in a place where no one is protected
just as I expected, a millennium physicist twisting the very fabrics of space
with dynamics of great proportions, I stay recessive like letters that are lower case.
You can't feel the best
you can't heal the rest
you can't peel my vest
you can't steal my quest
you can't drop the time
you can't stop a rhyme
you can't pop a dime
you can't mop a crime x2